#wip post

[ren-054]

Messy sketches before my tablet dies

Happy New Year

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[ask-normal-guy-bob]

Sorry about asks taking a while! Working on them whenever I can, so, here's a WIP of the current one being worked on!

#mod speaks #ask blog #ask bob #au ask blog #spooky month #spooky month bob #bob velseb #bob velseb au #sr pelo spooky month #WIP #WIP post

[norareweforgiven-if]

This life is not a life.

This life may have never been a life. Like all other lives, this one was brought into the world just like all other births: time contracted, splintered, then fell free. It spins on, squeezing moments into the next before reaching the precipice of death; the meaning of existence divided in two.

It starts like this: Unable to see, unable to hear, unable to piece bits and pieces together because at first our hands can only grasp onto nothing. Compressed is the tale of immeasurable weight, dreams and hopes and beliefs all placed upon soft flesh and weak muscle, the floating plates of a skull.

It starts like this: we refused death and that being is now this being in this time and that child did not die and will not die, and that child opens its eyes to a strange new world and will keep hurtling forwards until it crosses the boundary.

A thousand years ago, ten thousand years ago, one-hundred thousand years ago, life came to be because we did not die before we passed down the torch. We are not pioneers. We are not creatures of change. We do not become which that we are not. We were one thing and we are now another, and another thing is not what we asked to be, so we clawed our way out of the dirt and demanded to be heard.

It starts like this: You were murdered. And then you came back.

STORY;

NOR ARE WE FORGIVEN is a horror interactive fiction made in twine. A slasher story with a twist – the first victim is given another chance at life. The only catch? Something very, very old and terrible has settled into your bones. Suddenly the murderer on the loose may be the least of your problems.

NOR WE ARE FORGIVEN and the blog are strictly rated 18+ for depictions of blood & gore, alcohol & drug mentions and/or use, unreality, and sexual content.

FEATURES;

CUSTOMIZABLE MAIN CHARACTER: gender, pronouns, personality, appearance & more

POTENTIAL RELATIONSHIPS: ranging from platonic to romantic, build a social life, make friends, and maybe even find a partner who doesn't mind the whole risen-again thing.

DETERIORATING SANITY: are you dead? alive? have you been here before? you've been here before.

CHOICE-DRIVEN STORY: with a variety of routes and choices, unravel the mystery and uncover the identity of your killer before you find yourself six feet under again.

LINKS;

CAST | PLAYLIST | DEMO

demo coming soon. (really soon.) DEMO OUT NOW.

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #if game #twine game #wip post #introduction post #nor are we forgiven if

[ifallwasenough-if]

remember, there's no right answers.

SUMMARY;

All your life, you've been warned by your guardian to stay within a set of strict boundaries. Keep away from the unknown. Trust nobody. Never let anyone see what you can really do, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

Despite your best efforts, a freak accident causes you to be become privy to a side of the world you thought only existed in books: a world of magic and wonder.

The Magisteris, an academy focused on the magic arts, is more than you could have ever dreamed of. But whispers of a great threat are starting to surface. With the arrival of a prophesied hero, you're starting to realize that your future is tied up in a dark past. Not everyone is happy to see you, and the secrets you hold the key to put you in the direct path of those that would do anything to reveal them.

FEATURES;

if all was enough is an interactive-fiction novel made in twine.

CUSTOMIZABLE MAIN CHARACTER: choose appearance, gender, personality, sexuality, etc. (appearance customization will be available at the start of each year.)

BUILD RELATIONSHIPS: with a full cast of characters, you can make friends or enemies, and even explore a variety of evolving relationships with your fellow classmates.

COMPREHENSIVE WORLD-BUILDING: discover the world of mages via codex entries detailing the universe at large.

CHOICE-DRIVEN STORY: with a variety of routes to pick from, choose how your school years play out.

LINKS;

demo coming soon

#interactive fiction #interactive novel #if game #twine game #wip post #introduction post #if all was enough if

[sirdeath41412]

important ♡

important also DRINK WATER AND EAT FOOD PLEASE LOVE ALL OF YOU DEARLY AND THIS WORLD NEEDS YOU I PROMISE ASKS ARE OPEN READ WHAT I WILL WRITE Send Asks to my inbox so i can tell you if I do that Fandom

ok so uh this is just an update post/information post

Names I go by SirDeath, Death, or Toby

what pronouns do I use? He/him or they/them GO FOLLOW @thevioletcobra SHE WRITES AND DRAWS AMAZING ^_^

Who am I? I am a writer I sometimes do art(don't have any rn), and I don't mind giving rec fics uh and I do take fic recs you may want me to write

whos like family to me on this site: @the-ethereal-grave-doctor, @ghostlypest,(more will be added please go follow them tho)

So i will write characters: Sun/Moon, Ticci Toby, Laughing Jack, BEN Drowned, Jeff The Killer, Willliam Afton, Springtrap, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Ghost Rider(Johnny Blaze), Seto Kaiba, Remus Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders(more will be added)

pairings: i can write any just if i cannot i will tell you up front.

i do not write incest, piss or scat kink, under age characters, i will not write a fem!Reader

will I write with others? yes I would love to have friends who would listen to me go crazy over my ocs and stories, I do have friends like that on here just a few, if you want to write with me ask and give details then I will dm you or give an answer in the ask

A03 name: SirDeath41412

Link for Daycare Attendant's Caretaker: https://www.tumblr.com/sirdeath41412/709652155997519872/ask-me-anything-please-im-bored-spam-me-with?source=share

my blog is about helping others and whatever I feel like reblogging this is just me being me.

What's the point of this blog you may ask or wonder well, I like to help others and I like to help talk people through things the best I can I'm still learning but of course, I'm here to help.

what do I do with my free time? I rp and chat with friends if you wanna chat or rp I'm here just ask first then tell me what ya wanna rp in the ask please so I can see if I can

I have a character I play who is not a snotty a dude just here, haha, he's very formal while the writer is well C H A O S

#important #sirdeath talks #WIP post

[bunthebunarts]

so the friend group decided to all make our own versions of the voltage mikus, but also sorta like sonas? i chose dark for myself, and here she is~ (not yet colored, wip)

Style A is like a casual fit, and Style B is more extra since its for performances.

her main pokemon are umbreon, darkrai and poochyena, which is where some of the design influences come from

#bun arts #doodles #digital art #wip post #line art #mikusona #fan voltage miku #project voltage #pokemiku #oc: dark miku bun edition #not quite an oc really but for tagging purposes.. #mikusonamonday

[unmellowyellowfellow]

Chalk Mountain | I - Kicking the Red Dirt

draft status: (complete rewrite)

A/N: here she is! the first chapter to Chalk Mountain. i'm still working on drafting future chapters (completely rewriting all of my work has proven quite...harrowing) but this and the introduction chapter i posted will hopefully help me get any kinks out that i'm missing lol. anyway, enjoy! P.S., new character unlocked!

The glow of the setting sun beamed through Dixie’s curtains and illuminated her tattered blue saddlebag while she shoved clothes, toiletries, papers, and her I.D. inside. Admittedly, Dixie has pulled the run away stunt a few times. She’s never been as good at the disappearing act as her mother or brother; she loved her dear bedroom and all of her little secrets she hid amongst the walls. Dixie pulled open a drawer to a picture of her and her mom. She clutched it in her hand and read the faded pencil on the back:

Marigold & Dixie Anne, Dixie’s 9th birthday!!

The picture presented a young Dixie with flushed cheeks, blowing out her birthday candle on a cupcake with red icing that surely stained her teeth for the days to come; her mother, Marigold, stood behind her with a joyful smile on her face and hair to match her daughter. Declan, around seven years old, stands next to Dixie with a keen eye on the delicious dessert – their father holds a tight hand on his shoulder, to prevent the lunge.

After she tossed the photo into the bag along with more of her belongings, she tiptoed across the hallway and down to the last bedroom, then crept inside the door. She walked around the bed and began to dig inside her fathers bedside drawer and pulled out her most important evidence yet.

An old postcard that was inside an envelope addressed to Walter and his daughter. No return address or name, but writing that said:

I miss you, Dixie Anne & Walter Alvarez

The postcard was from an old ghost town named Chalk Mountain; only a couple hours drive from where Dixie lived. Surely, she thought, this was her mother trying to reach out for them. Walter hid this from Dixie for as long as he had it and didn’t know that she had come to find it. She pretended along with his scheme until the day would come that she would go for the gun, and that day had come.

Dixie shoved it into her pocket of her overalls and crept back down the hall to her room. Quietly, she shut the door and packed the last item she required for her journey; the envelope. All that was left to do was wait for the sun to set and the cicadas to sing.

A determined stomp came through the hallway and into a nearby room, followed by a door slamming shut. Her father has gone to bed in a mood; not unusual. Dixie carefully picked up her bag and looked around her room to make sure she didn’t forget anything, then saw Marigold’s old blue messenger cap. She picked it up from the back of her desk chair and pulled it down over her thick hair.

That was the day that Dixie disappeared.

She scurried out of her room and slipped out of the green kitchen door that didn’t have a hinge. She rounded the house corner and slid her dirty socks into her dirty boots and took one last look at her house. Part of her hoped she would feel some sort of remorse as she walked away from that rickety old porch, but all of the memories seemed to sour as they remained inside of those walls.

Dixie ignored her fathers dog that barked at her as she left; that dog always hated her. She ignored the crow that had waited outside the door for her and cawed loudly as she fled. She ignored the porch light when it flicked on along with her headlights. She turned up the radio when Walter called out for her; and she watched the red dirt that her tires threw while she peeled away turn him into a far away shadow in her rearview and never looked back.

Her 1998 Toyota Avalon screamed down the road, her music turned up louder than the whine of her engine, while Dixie steered with her left knee and read the Atlas with her hands. The postcard sat in her dash in front of her fuel gauge and rattled along with her suspension; she needed the reminder that she isn’t just running away from something, she's running towards it.

The drive was long, bland, and without sights to keep the driver entertained. The red dirt and the caprocks that towered over her made for a beautiful sunset in the evening, though; orange reflecting on orange.

Sooner than she expected, Dixie rolled up on a large formation of mesas that framed the two-lane road she’d grown to know so well on this adventure. It began to feel claustrophobic as the red rocks grew closer over top of her, almost forming a vague shape of a tunnel. She turned down her music and felt the hairs on her neck stood on end, something in her head screamed at her like a siren that she was close.

The rocks dispersed slowly and began a clearing of buttes galore across the cactus plains. Dixie emerged over a hill that overlooked a few damaged structures ahead of her, hidden in the darkness. She pressed onto the gas and sped up while she stole glances back and forth between her map and the barren road, the realization soon to hit that she was at her destination.

“What…what the hell?” Dixie said aloud to no one but herself.

As Dixie crept closer to the town in shambles in the night, her eyes struggled to make out the shapes in the distance that seemed to change too rapidly for her brain to comprehend. They looked abandoned and gutted but also in perfect shape and full of humanity.

She felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her; that she must be exhausted from her drive in the middle of the red nowhere. The wind began to pick up enough to slightly push her car towards the shoulder, even though she was below the towering red rocks that surrounded her. Dixie’s vision began to only grow worse when the red dirt began to kick up against her windshield, with no help from her windshield wipers.

Streetlights ahead flickered with just enough occasional illumination through the dust cloud to shadow the silhouettes of the shambled town that seemed to change from old and abandoned to brand new and populated along with the bulb.

Once Dixie was able to make it out of her dirt cloud and out of the parted rock, she felt her shoulders be relieved of all the tension she was holding onto. She cranked her shoulders back and settled down into her seat with a deep breath.

With one last glance at her map and back to the road, Dixie slammed on her brakes to a screeching halt. A slender and tall man stands alone in the middle of the deteriorating road, hands by his sides and a calm look upon his face.

The tall man offered a gentle wave of his hand as a ‘hello’. Dixie warily waved back after a double-check that her doors were locked. They stared at each other for a moment; her internal voice told her to throw it in reverse and get the hell out of dodge, until the man began to approach the vehicle like a shadow that flashed in and out of her headlights.

When the man grew closer, the voice in her head began to mutate and change into one that was not her own. The pitch grew deeper, the verbiage changed, and even her fear of the stranger slowly faded away.

“Welcome home, little one,” The glooming voice said in her head. The stranger was at her window, bent down to look inside. The voice spoke again, but the stranger's mouth lacked any indication of speech: “I hope the world was kind to you.”

#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing community #authors #currently writing #wip: chalk mountain #wip post #original writing #writeblr community #my writing #creative writing #reigonal gothic #i have loved queue since we were 18 #zoey says shit #my wip #wip snip #current wip #wip stuff

[vastderp]

#art post #wip post #patreonize me

[everthewip]

hard to be soft, tough to be tender

an Overwatch 2 fanfic

Genre: Fanfiction Romance Audience/Rating: Adult/Mature PoV: Second Person/Reader Insert/Female Presenting MC/Unnamed About: You want to help the world find peace between humans and omnics. You don’t want to get kidnapped by two insane Junkers, hauled out into the dusty outback, and then taken hostage by a “Junker Queen”. But, here you are. Can you survive her realm of violence and chaos?

Tropes/Vibes: Sapphic Romance/Enemies to Lovers/ Slowburn/ Hostage Situation/ Probably more I'm forgetting

Content Warning: Violence and eventually sexual themes.

Tumblr Tag: #htbsoft

Progress: In progress/no update schedule/8 chapters as of this post AO3 Link: HERE

If you want to be tagged when this updates, let me know!

Excerpt below the cut.

A harsher voice, low and commanding. Footsteps kick up dust; hands lift bits of metal and tin. Your cheek, pressed to the ground, feels the movements; your back, suddenly uncovered, feels the heat of the sun. Every change draws you back, slowly and surely, until your eyes blink against the amber sand.

“Well, well, well…”

And then you're hoisted up by the back of your blazer, so fast your head spins, and shoved against the side of a truck. Pain shoots through your right leg and up your spine, pooling into your head. It takes a long moment for your eyes to adjust; even longer to notice the blade poised at your neck.

You freeze, blink your vision clear to find your eyes focusing on the tallest and most savage woman you've ever seen. She engulfs you in shadow, blocking the harsh sun. Her eyes burn red.

#wip post #overwatch 2 fanfic #Junker Queen #fanfiction #gif warning #writeblr #my writing #htbsoft #hard to be soft tough to be tender #overwatch fanfiction

[ren-054]

Hey remember when I made dca fan art hahahaha—

ITS STILL A WIP THO STILL A WIP AKDN

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[ask-normal-guy-bob]

OOC note and wip

Sorry for being slow with posts! I'm most likely not gonna be posting on weekends and only weekdays because my weekends are typically either busy with friends or just generally going out!!

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[wallacejwriting]

DESCENT ☆ an urban fantasy mystery/thriller

the first book in the metahuman initiative series

(both art pieces made by @hunter-kole)

genre | urban fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller audience | adult pov | third person limited, single pov

premise | After the violent murder of their family in their small Yukon town, Nat Carter follows the trail to Veda City, a twisting metropolis filled with fellow superpowered people, to hunt down the killer and make them pay.

themes & tropes | revenge, grief/mourning, found family, recovery, self-acceptance, anti-police, queerness & neurodivergence, self-discovery, corruption, rebelling against authority, friendship, learning to love, trust

content warnings | meltdowns, self-harm, suicidal ideation, depression, grief & mourning, graphic violence, death, referenced/past death of a child, bigoted police, bigotry in general, police brutality, ableism, ableist slurs, panic attacks & depictions of mental illness, recreational & medicinal drug use, some religious themes

☾ SYNOPSIS

Don't trust the law. Trust yourself. Approximately 99.5% of all people with superpowers, known as metahumans, live in Veda, an island city off the coast of British Columbia. Nat Carter, a 21-year-old meta who's spent the last twelve years living in the Yukon, has no wish to be one of them. Their family's cabin is all they've ever needed, their parents and sister the only people they've ever loved. On a cold, October morning, Nat's peaceful life is torn apart. The sudden, brutal murder of Nat's family leaves them alone and sends them, impossibly, toward Veda, the city the only clue Nat has to the identities of their family's murderer. But with each step toward the city, it becomes clear that the murders didn't just break Nat's heart and mind, they broke Nat's powers too. And their newfound strength and loss of control draws unwanted attention from all directions. In Veda without a voice, without a plan, and without allies, Nat finds themself unsure how to move forward. Their only chance is someone who can help - a voice to ask questions, a guide to the streets, and a well of information about the intricacies of Veda. But who? There's Mera, the counsellor assigned to Nat who seems to care beyond her job requirements. Or Sage, the teleporter who is the first person to offer Nat kindness in Veda. Or Liesel, their new roommate, who won't let Nat destroy themself no matter how they try. But whoever Nat trusts will be in just as much danger as them, and Nat can't bear to let someone else come to harm. And as it becomes clear that the killer is still chasing Nat, that they're not yet done with them, Nat must race to beat the killer at their own game before anyone else gets hurt. Why did someone kill their family? Why did someone draw Nat to Veda? And why didn't they just kill Nat back in the Yukon? There's a deeper mystery within this city that Nat hasn't yet found. A reason for everything that is happening. If Nat can find it, perhaps they can put their family, and their grief, to rest.

☾ CHARACTERS

Nat Carter: 21, they/them, autistic. A small-town adult who just lost their family in a horrible, violent way, and is determined to find the killer and make them pay, whatever that might mean. Tired, extremely blunt, prone to helping others, easily overwhelmed, always thinking. Has spent their life with selective mutism but it has grown much more debilitating recently.

Liesel Jaeger: 22, she/her. A city woman who wants nothing more than to keep her family as close as possible. Ends up Nat's roommate. Always taking on too many things, always on the go, wants to do and be everything.

Alejandro Hunter: 20, he/him, trans. A laidback martial artist and skateboarder who takes the world day by day. Loves to climb, loves the sun, and is always seeking a freedom he can't quite find in Veda.

Sage Beaufort: 34, they/them. A calm and patient punk who owns a mildly successful pizzeria with fantastic delivery times. One of the Veda Alphas - the teleporter. Loves to watch clouds on their days off. Dislikes the news, police, and any sort of authority figure that steps out of line.

Nicki: Late-20s, he/they. A mysterious person who Nat keeps running into in the city. Helpful, if cryptic, and always appearing at the oddest times. Quiet and solemn, carries a lot of guilt, speaks in rhetorical questions quite often.

Mera Elion: 41, she/her, trans. A social worker who focuses on new citizens of Veda under 25. Determined to give Nat a stable life in Veda and protect them from the police.

Benjamin Madden: 45, he/him. A member of the police force who is assigned to Nat's case. Strongly believes the murders were accidental and becomes increasingly convinced it was Nat's doing. Focused, argumentative, and determined.

Sean Lorenz: 42, he/him. A member of MERCY who is part of the group who brings Nat in. Becomes obsessed with Nat and their case, and is absolutely certain that Nat purposely killed their family and will go to any lengths to prove it.

Dr. Maddie Higgins: 46, she/her. A doctor who works with metas in Veda City and ends up with Nat as a patient. Thoughtful and optimistic, yet often redirects when asked personal or probing questions.

☾ SETTING

Just after WWI, metahumans were first documented in the world, starting with an athlete in the Olympics. Since then, they've only become more prevalent and more well-known throughout the world. Now, most metahumans live in Veda, a city off the coast of British Columbia that is technically a sovereign nation of the UN. The year is 2039 and the world is different from the one we know. Technology speeds ahead in Veda as the restraints of capitalism begin to peel back. Companies work alongside metas to find ways to copy or recreate useful powers. UBI keeps the population and economy steady. Programs to train powers guide the next generation of metas forward. And yet, despite this, many metas are feared, prejudices still race throughout the veins of the city, and the rampant ableism that lifts up June Holiday while pushing down the rest of the Alphas is only getting worse. Crime families and gangs whisper through the city; illegal underground fights and black markets pass cold steel and hard drugs as easily as blood and bone; and a cult with no way to count its numbers walks alongside Veda's citizens, led by one of the most powerful psychics to ever live. To those outside, Veda seems a paradise. But those inside know that the darkness that lurks in the city's corners will never blink first.

☾ SERIES

The Metahuman Initiative is a long-running urban fantasy series focused on found family, mystery, and what it means to be different from others. The series focuses on queer and neurodivergent characters within the metropolis of Veda, an island city filled with superpowered people. The central plot of the series revolves around the murder of Nat Carter's family and Nat's entry into Veda as a result. Each step along the way will reveal new answers and new questions, allowing the world to open up as the series progresses. While this series isn't a romance series there are multiple important romances, including polyamorous ones and monogamous ones, tragic ones and HEA ones. As well, in true UF fashion, Nat has several one night stands that I am very fond of. Yes, future TMI books may include spicy scenes. Relationships of all sorts - platonic, romantic, familial, toxic & antagonistic - are central to the story and nothing in the series would work without them. This is, fundamentally, my passion project. The story that's always been with me and begging to be written.

☆ LINKS | Book Playlist; Series Playlist; Book Tag; Series Tag; Excerpts ; Character Profiles

☆ TAGLIST | @scarthecreator, @aroaceawesomeness, @sapphic-story, @skarmoree, @reminiscentrevelry, @hunter-kole, @pugsanity, @vampywriter,

ask to be on the taglist! either in the notes of this post or in my askbox. taglist will be used for snippets, character profiles, & large worldbuilding posts.

#writeblr #wips #am writing #queer writing #urban fantasy #wip post #wip: descent #the metahuman initiative

[hazellblogs]

WIP

buff hairy men in bunny suits please save me

#cyberpunk 2077 #nsft #talbot greene #cheeky post #wip post

[orionthecritter]

Hey y'all, I'm not quite done yet as you can see here but I'm pretty sure I can finish it by tomorrow or today! :D

Don't worry, I'll make sure to finish this, surely!

#art #digital drawing #digital art #youtube #drawing #wip #momo stray #stray game #stray 2022 #wip stuff #wip post

[bunthebunarts]

teo's lines are finished!!

so, officially, Meteor Shower is a hoverboard, now. other things didn't change tho, beyond a few design choices

but i love them<3 I'll give a better bio when i finish their ref

#bun arts #digital art #wip post #oc: meteorshower #bot oc #line art #terran oc #earthspark oc #transformers oc #design process

[vastderp]

#patreonize me #wip post #art post